for all the lost needs...
given up with little fight...
days having since accepted...
now learning to admire again from you...
and it doesn't seem likely...
with my own struggles that I strike all at once...
something compels me to watch...
it is because that is the only truth i can give...
in your life you can no longer look again...
but in your eyes i can breath again...
and to dream of holding your little hand...
is all that i should do...
maybe not to settle for the sad or the grotesque...
i am still within the walls of confusion...
walking, walking, near and dreaming...
of not to carry a ring that isn't there...
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